Six Weeks and Counting

Food is just nasty stuff. Period. Within about 20 minutes after I eat I start to feel nauseous. But I can't exactly not eat. So I've been playing around with different patterns of eating and food combinations. As it turns out, anything I eat in the morning will make me green no matter what. But! If I just keep eating all the time, when that ick feeling starts to come on I just cram something into my mouth, then I can keep it down. Well, that is except for eggs, corn tortilla chips, and anything tomato-based so far. The smell of beer immediately sends my stomach into hurls.

The Pee-Pee Fairy has finally moved in the last of her things and will be staying for quite some time. If I didn't have to swallow a sizeable fist-full of supplements every night with what feels like a quart of water at 3am then I might be able to manage at least 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I'm actually not drinking enough water. I need to start making a conscious effort to get in my 10 glasses a day.

The excitement is mounting as I'm anticipating the beginning of my prenatal care. Only about 8 weeks now until I start recording all of the goings on. I bet you are on the dge of your seat too, aren't you? I'm not sure when I want to rent the doppler since it's $20 a month so I might wait a little longer for that. In the meantime I'm 6 weeks pregnant today and Squishy is about 1/4" long with a tiny, little racing heartbeat. There are budding legs and arms developing too. Oh, I can't wait to kiss those tiny fingers and toes!

The Calm Before the Storm

So far, this pregnancy is fairly uneventful (if there are any morning sickness fairies or indigestion gnomes reading this, please understand that I am not complaining - uneventful is good). I do have some indications that there's a tiny, little poppy seed-sized baby growing inside of my body, however, but they're tolerable. Fatigue is probably the most prominent symptom as I sluggishly scoot about the house with my face on the floor and arms dragging behind. I've even contemplated propping my eyelids open with match sticks or toothpicks to conserve energy. I've never been a coffee drinker which is just as well since I am hyper-sensitive to caffeine but even if I were a java junkie I would have to hang up my mug for the next nine months anyway. Apples on an empty stomach seem to send my blood sugar spiraling out of control so I'm afraid I'll have to suffer with my fatigue for the next few months until I get the second trimester energy burst. I hope nobody in this house has any expectations of me. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a nap right now.

Last night we ran out after dinner to do a little shopping and put a deposit down at the bowling alley for Damian's birthday party. As it turns out Walmart still has some holiday swag left on the clearance rack. So, for $1.75, I just had to grab another Christmas outfit for Squishy. Normally I have to restrain myself from wanting to buy Squishy's entire wardrobe any time I go shopping but Walmart makes it easy; their selection of gender-neutral baby-wear is almost non-existent. Wow, I need to go do some jumping jacks or maybe plug the kids into the TV so I can squeeze in a cat nap. I'd prefer the latter but the former is the most realistic. *sigh* 

Hot Flashes and Cold Flashes and Hormones, Oh My!

I have a feeling we'll be burning through thermostats faster than paper plates over the next 9 months. Temperatures which were previously comfortable to me are no longer tolerable. If you don't know, when a woman is pregnant, her body temperature is elevated by up to a couple of degrees. Mine, however, seems to be all over the board based on the pendulum swing of the poor thermostat. When I go to sleep, I feel too hot so I turn down the thermostat to about 72, toss a leg outside of the comforter and hike up my pantleg with the fan blowing on my skin. Meanwhile, the kids are bundled head to toe in footed fleece pajamas and Josh is curled up all cozy in the comforter, fully clothed. Fast-forward about four or five hours: Holy cow, who turned off the heat? Oh yea, it was me. Crank that puppy up! Wait, first we have to make a pit-stop because the Pee-Pee Fairy has now taken up residence in my body. In a bleary, 3am haze I bump the "up" button on the thermostat a few times until it shows something that looks like 76, I think. Then I feel my way back to bed after I put on my hoodie and socks and pull the comforter all the way up until nothing but my nose is sticking out. This whole fiasco happens during the day too. I change clothes three or four times daily as my body plays this oh-so-fun instant sweat/ instant cold game.

In between racing my incontinent bladder to the loo and maniacally punching buttons on the thermostat, I managed to squeeze in a little online price shopping for birth supplies and found everything I am going to need that I can't find at the pharmacy at a great price all on the same website. The results are as follows:

*Protein/Glucose Urine Strips - $14
*Eldoncard - $7
*3 oz. Bulb Syringe - $1.90
*Perineal Bottle - $ .60 x 2= 1.2
*Cold Pack - $2.40 x 3 = 7.2
*Disposable Mesh Panties - $1.40 x 3=4.2
*Overnight Pads - $ .45 x 4 =1.8
Grand total = $37.30 plus shipping

I think I'll order these as well as rent a doppler at about week 12. My midwife with Hamilton waited until 14 weeks for the first prenatal appointment so I think that's a pretty good time to begin charting my own prenatal care. I'll be 4 weeks tomorrow so I've got a little over two months until I'll need to order this stuff.

If You Want Something Done Right...

I made another update on here. In the upper right corner I've got a page set up for my prenatal care, which I will be starting sometime around 6 to 8 weeks, I think. For anyone who doesn't know, our last two babies were born at home. Hamilton's birth was attended by a wonderful midwife whom I adore. We would have loved to have the same midwife with Daisy but we moved across the country when there were still two months left of my pregnancy. I felt that it was too late in the game to find a new midwife and build a bond so after much discussion we decided to do it ourselves.

Daisy's birth was a dream. Everything was just perfect with only Josh, Hamilton and Damian there. It was so intimate and personal that now we can't imagine doing it any other way. This time I will be responsible for my own prenatal care; I'll be weighing myself, checking my blood pressure, measuring the baby's growth (fundal height), the baby's heartbeat (FHR), the baby's position (presentation), and using urine strips to test for proteins. Additionally, I will be watching for signs of preterm labor, edema and gestational diabetes. Of course if there is a problem at any time then I will transfer my care to an obstetrician.

I also have, for your viewing pleasure, a positive pregnancy test with a much darker line, which should eliminate any doubt about our impending little sweetheart.

Population Increase

Normally I wait until the end of the day to post because by then I've got enough fodder to come up with something half-way entertaining. Today, however, I just have to post now (9:15am) because I have super cool, rad, awesome, gnarly good news. WE'RE PREGNANT! Yes, folks, I peed all over my hand to get this little trophy:

Yes, I realize you probably can't see it. Try looking at it from an angle, it's there. I'm going to take another one in a couple of days just to get a darker line and then I'll post it here for those of you non-believers who might be doubting the existence of this faint line. Have a little faith!

As we were jumping up and down in excitement over our faint little line, I happened to glance over toward the window and noticed a very subtle orange-gray creeping up over the eastern horizon. I continued to watch as the display of color and brightness gradually became more colorful and much brighter. It was so beautiful, magical even. It felt like nature was congratulating us on the discovery of our little Squishy who is now a tiny ball of hundreds of rapidly dividing cells.  

I can't believe how much I love this little baby already - I loved it before it was even conceived! I'm anxiously awaiting late September/early October when I'll be cuddling my sweet little cupcake in my arms, inhaling the intoxicating smell of it's tiny head. Oh, but there's so much to do before Squishy comes: move across the country; move Hammy into Damian's room; move Daisy to the toddler bed; buy another dresser; sew and crochet blankets, sweaters, hats, booties; and replace and reupholster the baby gear with our theme.Of course all of this will have to wait until I finish making the blanket for Josh's sister's upcoming little sweetheart who's due to arrive in May. Well, I'd better get started! ...Zippety doo dah, zippety day, my, oh my, what a wonderful day!

Blah

Tonight's post is short and sweet. I am cranky, tired, have a headache and hoping I don't slip into a low blood sugar phase before dinner. Other than feeling kind of full in my uterus, there's nothing of particular interest to report. I'll most likely test again tomorrow morning. I'll post again when I'm feeling better.

Laying Down the Law

Well, today's test didn't reveal anything. I'm not surprised. However, there's always the tiniest little glimmer of inspiration that twinkles somewhere far off in the corner of my brain that's hoping that we'll get our positive this time. It will happen eventually; I just don't know how long my enthusiasm will hold out.

Today I've been reflective, thinking about my previous pregnancies and remembering the reactions people have had to first the news of my upcoming bundle of joy and then, later, to my bulging abdomen. It would seem that the idea of someone having a baby reveals a hidden, shallow rudeness in most people. Here's a fun idea: announce to your family, "we're having a baby," and then observe. For some of you they might be happy but if they're like my family they'll become nasally with grimaces not unlike those worn by folks who have just had the unpleasant experience of inhaling the rancid odor of sour milk. Then a hesitation as if they're trying to find a diplomatic way of telling you that they think you're insane. And then finally they open their mouths and some hurtful diarrhea comes out like, "oh, really." Not to be confused with the happily excited, "REALLY?"

I think it's terribly rude when people don't think before they speak - or touch for that matter. When we were expecting Hamilton I told Josh that the next person who touches my belly is going to get felt up! Yep, you manhandle my belly, I'm gonna cop a feel. Hey, it's only fair! I was actually beginning to look forward to the mortification that I was sure to cause. Josh never passed up a chance to go grocery shopping with me for fear that he might miss the fireworks. His anticipation reminded me of the stance and expression possessed by video gamers when they're racing for the finish line. Nine months later and no takers. Then we became pregnant with Daisy and I reinstated the reciprocal touch rule. Much to my disappointment I still have yet to fondle a boob. I must have a big sign on my back that says, "don't touch the bump," because two whole pregnancies later and nobody has dared to trespass upon my body. Oh well, maybe with the next one...

One More Day Down

Today was my beautiful niece's 3rd birthday. I assumed that since it's so close to Christmas that her toybox was already stuffed with Yule booty. So I bought her a couple of outfits and a pretty salmon-colored jacket. Oh, and Play-Doh because I couldn't get her just dumb old clothes. I"m sure my sister will have at least a few expletives to sling at me the first time that she finds herself on elbows and knees plucking solidified Play-Doh from the fibers of her carpet. But before she sets the offending Doh aflame, I'm sure my sweet niece will gleefully enjoy making caterpillars or noodles or whatever her creative little mind conjures up. Play-Doh can be so fun.

Back to the subject at hand: I'm now having trouble maintaining my blood sugar levels. I remember when I used to be able to live on Coke and cigarettes and then gorge myself once a day to the point that my stomach was distended. Nowadays I need to eat at least two meals a day and steer clear of soda and smokes. Yea, and I'm 30 pounds heavier now too with crow's feet and two parallel canyons between my eyes from squinting and furrowing my eyebrows. *whistle, whistle* Yea, that's me, baby!

Anyway, what I was going to say is that today I had a late breakfast (10:30am-ish) of two fried eggs over medium with three pieces of whole wheat toast. Then, at my sister's I picked at the fruit platter my brother's girlfriend so beautifully organized (3:00-ish). We arrived home at about 6:00 and started dinner maybe a half hour later. Before dinner was even ready I began to feel dizzy, lightheaded, shaky and overheated. I quickly made a turkey sandwich with nothing but unprocessed turkey and mayonnaise on 12 grain bread. I didn't feel like I had enough time to build my usual turkey, spinach, tomato, onion, avocado, alfalfa sprout, sunflower seed sandwich before the point of collapse so the shortened version had to do. And then, when the rigatoni was finally done I had a heaping plate of dinner too. I sure hope I'm pregnant because if I'm not then there might be something wrong. I'm going to see how much truth there is to that banner on the front of the box of tests by taking one in the morning. I think it will be negative but we'll see. If so, I've still got one left that I can take later.

Evil Marketing Geniuses

And today's new symptom is (drum roll, please)...

TADAAAAA - Frequent Urination (I bet you're just tickled pink to know that I have to pee a lot, aren't you?)

Oh, those horribly evil marketing geniuses who manufacture the First Response Early Response home pregnancy test! They decided it would be a good idea to just throw an extra test into the box so I got a super value of three tests for the price of two (although I didn't realize this little added bonus until I was already home). And of course you know how my thought process went from there:

"Hmm, there's an extra test in here, how convenient. You know, I calculated that I could take one test at 8 days past ovulation (the banner on the box claims claims that this test can detect pregnancy 6 days before your missed period which is at 8 days past ovulation for me: Monday) and one at 10 days past ovulation with the 2-pack. Now that I have three, that changes the whole equation (mwahahahaha). Aww, heck, I'll just take one now!"

And so I did. And guess what? It was a Big Fat Negative. DUH! Ugh, I'm such a dork! Why couldn't I just wait a couple more days? Oh, I don't know... probably because I was tricked by those horrid marketers who knew that if they stuffed one more test into the box that there would be no way I'd be able to have enough will-power to keep myself from testing TODAY. I am weak; I feel so ashamed.

Reproductive Hypochondria

That's it. I've finally lost it. Someone call those nice young men in their clean, white coats to come and take me away. I'll laugh maniacally as they cart me off for shock therapy and Thorazine. I have become that annoying girl who can't shut up about all of her health issues, both real and imagined (yet we all lean toward the belief that it's the latter). Yep, that's me. I'm a self-diagnosed reproductive hypochondriac. I'm imagining pregnancy symptoms. I am now feeling cramps. I felt them yesterday too but thought I just needed to use the bathroom. They feel very real and they're mildly uncomfortable, kind of like I feel on the day that my dearest Aunt Flo comes to town, only Auntie isn't due to arrive again until January 17th. Yes, I know, TMI. That's what I'm saying! I'm that girl! Oh, dear Lloyd, help me!

So now my list of symptoms consists of fatigue, bloated-feeling and cramps. Gosh, I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring. Probably some other symptom that's just as taboo as a topic for public discussion. Maybe I would find solace and comaraderie at the local assisted living facility where Ethel and I can share stories about our hemorrhoids and compare brands of disposable incontinence panties. Boy, this is exciting, isn't it?

On the bright side I received a phone call today from New Life Health Centers saying that the prenatal vitamins I special-ordered have arrived. I was pleasantly surprised because it was only yesterday that I ordered them. Why, you might ask, did I not just grab a bottle of prenatal vitamins that they already had at the store? I'll tell you why. Because there's a trend going around right now stemming from the immature perspective that if a little folic acid is good for a developing fetus then a lot of folic acid must be great. Thus the majority of prenatal vitamins contain at least double the recommended daily allowance of folic acid established by the FDA. I'm quite content with 400 micrograms of folic acid in my multi-vitamin considering I typically enjoy a very healthy diet.

Another preference I favor in this particular brand of vitamin is that it's not a one-a-day tablet. As we all know, most vitamins are water soluable. That means as soon as you take your first bathroom break, you've flushed away most of the vitamin content in your body. This is why we must eat several times a day; to replenish lost vitamins. But when your diet is deficient in these life-sustaining vitamins, it's necessary to replenish them with a suitable supplement. So there you have it. I have used the same brand of prenatal vitamins throughout all of my pregnancies and I just love them.

Waiting is the Hardest Part

After asking other women how soon they were able to get a positive result with a pregnancy test, I've decided that I just need to go out and buy half a dozen or so tests and begin marking my territory at 10 days past ovulation. Even at 10 days, I've still got six to go. This waiting is killing me already. I'm pacing around, restless, making plans for a baby we don't even know we're going to have yet. I've purchased half of Squishy's wardrobe already and decided on the theme I'm going to create for this little cutie. Today Squishy is 8 cells and getting ready to descend into my uterus. Tomorrow Squishy will officially become a blastocyst. Isn't that exciting?

After perusing the fabric department of JoAnn Fabrics' website and rejecting everything in the nursery print section, we've decided to keep with the Squishy theme and go with jellyfish. The more I imagine it, the more fine-tuned it's becoming in my mind. I can't wait to get started but Josh and I decided we're not going to acquire anything else for Squishy until we get a positive test. Oh, the agony of waiting! I suppose I could do some dishes or laundry but I don't. I prefer to sit here on my laptop driving myself insane with anticipation as I daydream more and more of the galloping sound of Squishy's heartbeat on the doppler, the bubbly sensation of those first little kicks that eventually become injurious Chuck Norris round-houses that leave me gasping for breath, cute maternity blouses and dresses, tiny little socks and the sweet smell of my newborn baby as he or she sleeps quietly on my chest. Just six to ten more days to go. You'd better believe I've got one eye on the calendar at all times.

What-EVER!

AAAHHHH! I give UP! My calendar changed yet again. Now it's telling me that I was fertile December 30, 31 and January 1. So now I'm nervous because Josh was out of town until January 1st and, well, you know. What if once wasn't enough? Looking at Josh's travel dates, my next cycle is totally shot. All I've got left is late February. Boy, it's sure going to be fun packing and moving when I'm puking my guts out. Let the good times roll.

I don't know why I ever thought to chart my cycles. And I didn't even think that I wouldn't be able to figure out what it all means. I'm so stressed out by it that I woke up stiff as a board. The whole right side of my back is so tense that I have limited movement of my right arm and turning my head to the right is so not happening. Muscles relaxers? Nope, what if we're pregnant? And if we are? When should I test? Should I count two weeks from January 1st or should I count two weeks from yesterday? Three days is a big difference when every second that ticks by is like an eternity.

I think the kids are picking up on the stress seeping from my frazzled aura. Damian was so emotional last night that his voice was trembling on the edge of tears for about an hour before bed. Hamilton was up until 11:30 last night and Daisy is in melt-down mode this morning. I need to lie flat on my back with ice so that this pain will go away and try to bring myself down out of the rafters. What I wouldn't give for a trip to the chiropractor and a good masseuse. If we don't become pregnant this month then I'm throwing this chart out the window and we'll just do it the old fashioned way: do the baby dance like jack rabbits until we come up positive.

In other news, I went through the shed to evaluate the condition of the baby items we have stored there only to discover that most of it has been used beyond it's ability to withstand another child. The infant car seat that has faithfully cradled and transported two babies and is now old enough that I don't think it meets current safety standards. The swing was brutally abused by Hamilton who would sneak into the seat any time his baby sister wasn't occupying it and so the frame is bent. The stroller held up pretty well but I think we're going to need an additional tandem stroller since Daisy and Hammy are still pretty small. The Pack N Play has lost a crucial pop rivet but I think I'd rather just have a bassinet anyway. So I've made up a couple of relevant lists which are over in the left column. The first is for Squishy and the second is home birth supplies. As we accumulate the items, I will add an asterisk (*) next to it because my keyboard doesn't seem to possess a check-mark and the editing tool for the list doesn't allow me to strike through the text. I'm sure I'm forgetting some things which I will add as they occur to me. For now I'm going to go ice my back and try to get this stupid fertility junk out of my head!

(Later today)

I found the coolest little illustration in today's daily obsession. We're on day 3 now which means that Squishy is at this moment a cute little 4-8 celled blastocyst. Of course, this is assuming we conceived this cycle. Isn't it adorable? It just baffles me that in a very short time this teeny, tiny ball of dividing cells is going to be a whole person! Far out, man. That's, like, so deep.

I can test at 12 days past ovulation which will be January 14th. Oh goodness, what can I do to make that time go by faster? I've got nine whole days to wait! By then my nails will be gnawed to the quick, finger tips calloused from strumming the table, hair style changed, house cleaned and spit-shined, and probably a sizeable project completed. How am I going to get through this? Waaaaaa!

Technical Error

I thought charting my cycles would be fun and educational. I was wrong. This fertility stuff is really confusing and, thus, frustrating. On the bright side I think I may have figured it out. As it turns out we have another day in our window and Squishy is still a phantom. Another worrisome day of hand wringing, headache-inducing, nekkid hand stands followed by two weeks of hurry-up-and-wait.

In between all of this chaos and confusion I obsessively search for awesome deals on baby gear, read about what my body is going through if Squishy is conceived this cycle, stalk message boards where other women have posted pictures of their positive pregnancy tests, and sigh as I watch videos and look at pictures of my previous births. There are words in my vocabulary which were previously dormant but now are getting plenty of exercise as they roll off my tongue in extreme redundancy. I never thought I'd have so much to say about cervical mucous, basal body temperature, and cervical position. My poor BFF! Poor Josh! I love them so much. They humor me while I bathe them in my verbal incontinence with this obsession.

Tonight begins our two week wait. For reals this time, I promise.

The Beginning

**I started this journal in a Word document. Since I can't backdate here, I am just including what I have all in one entry.

It took a while but now we’ve decided; it was easy and we just knew that despite all of the negative feedback that we’re sure to receive from our families, we really want another baby. Of course this means a serious upgrade to make accommodations for four kids: a bigger car, bunk beds for the boys and a new toddler bed for Daisy.  We’re not even pregnant yet and I’m already itching to go out shopping for our eventual little tyke. So without further delay, here’s our baby journal:

December 22, 2010 ~ We’ve visited this topic before, many times: do we want another baby? We’ve always said not now, but maybe we've finally gotten past that moment and into a time where it's feasible. So today the subject came up again; we’re pretty sure we’re ready to try for another baby. Daisy is 18 months old and with all of the ambitions we have for the future, it’s now or never. But we’re going to sleep on it and see how we feel about it tomorrow.

December 23, 2010 ~ Ok, it’s decided: we’re going to try to make a baby! Wow, I’m so excited I can’t stop smiling. I keep touching my belly remembering what it felt like to have a little person growing in there and now anticipating another one. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I’ve got to run out and grab a few last minute gifts for the kids. I think I’ll peruse the baby section too while I’m at the store. Eeeee, I can’t believe we’re really going to do this.

December 24, 2010 ~ After using a few online calculators, it has been determined that I’m most likely to ovulate on January first. In which case, our new little sweetie should be arriving sometime around September 26^th.  So I dashed off to the store to shop for the kids with a sweet little secret teasing my mind. Once I had all of the items picked out and in the basket, I headed straight for the baby department. The selection of gender-neutral apparel was grim but I couldn’t just walk out empty-handed. I can’t go crazy about it, we aren’t even pregnant yet! I just got a couple of things and then hurried home. Today I bought for the baby:
* one package of 5 white Onesies that we’ll likely tie-dye.
* one package of 3 white long-sleeved body suits that we will also likely tie-dye.

December 25, 2010 ~ Merry Christmas! The kids had a really good day. We just stayed home and embraced our amazing young family while we daydreamed of future Christmases with one additional stocking decorating the wall.

December 26, 2010 ~ Josh left for West Virginia tonight. I hate when he has to leave, especially around the holidays. I think it’s even worse now because his absence may prevent us from conceiving a baby this month. I’m a little sad but the excitement of our decision is holding the tears at bay. It’s funny, I love this baby already and it’s not even conceived yet!

December 30, 2010 ~ Oh, what a day! First, it snowed. In Arizona. Not much but there was enough to scrape off of the windows of the car to make a small snowball. Then Damian’s grandma came over for a few hours to bring the kids gifts. I had promised I would take Tianna shopping for an outfit as part of her Christmas gift so as soon as Linda left we bundled ourselves up and dashed out to do our shopping. I was secretly excited for another chance to shop for baby paraphernalia but dreading the department stores post-Christmas. I was right. Kohl’s was a madhouse with the checkout line wrapped halfway around the store. Then we went to Target where I found a whole booty of baby items on clearance. After that, we grabbed a bite of fast food and then headed to the grocery store. By the time we arrived home I was worn out and my feet hurt from wearing my snow boots all day. Today I bought for the baby:
* one Christmas sleep and play outfit that says I *heart* Santa, size 3-6 months.
* one duck print sleep and play outfit, size NB
* one 3-pack of neutral print sleepers, size newborn
* one convertible duck print 3-piece outfit, size 3 months
* one 5-pack of neutral colored Onesies, size 0-3 months
* one super soft yellow and white striped sleep bag with a duck on the front, size 0-6 months
* one 3-pack of neutral print body suits, size 3-6 months
*one white and green long-sleeved body suit for St. Patrick’s day, size 6 months
* one oral thermometer
* one 6 oz. VentAire Playtex bottle
* one box of 6 reusable nursing pads
* one box of 50 breast milk storage bags
* one bottle of prenatal vitamins

December 31, 2010 ~ New Years Eve. Josh should be home tomorrow afternoon. I drove a million miles to take Tianna back to Phoenix. Thankfully David and Jeanette took the boys to a movie so I had a few hours of hanging out with Daisy before they came home. Later, our landlord came over with gifts for kids and a big platter of cookies. I ate so many that now my stomach hurts and I’m feeling nauseous. It’s going to be an early night if I can ever get the babies to bed. I’m pooped and really missing Josh. Tomorrow should be the day that we make our baby. I’m crossing fingers and toes and everything else I can cross that it happens this month.

January 1, 2011 ~ Josh is home! Let the show begin!

January 2, 2011 ~ I’m not sure if I’m ovulating or not but we should be any time now so we’re still trying. We went out and bought more baby stuff too. At this rate we’ll be all ready for the next little cutie before we even tell people. This afternoon Josh and I wished on a wish bone from yesterday’s chicken and the weirdest thing happened; the bone broke into 3 pieces leaving both of our fragments the same length while the tip of the bone flew across the room. I said it’s probably because we both made the same wish. I’m not sure if it means we both get our wish or if it means that neither of us gets our wish. Only time will tell. Today we bought for the baby:
*a sleep and play neutral print outfit, size 0-3 months
*a sleep and play striped neutral outfit, size 3-6 months
*a sleep and play teddy bear print  outfit, size newborn
*a fuzzy sleep and play duck print outfit, size newborn
*a 6-piece beige and white duck print layette, size 6-9 months

January 3, 2011 ~ The shop is closed up now. If we didn’t make a baby in the last couple of days then we’ll have to hope for the next cycle.  Oh, the waiting is going to make me crazy. Two. Long. Excruciating. Weeks until we find out if we’re pregnant.